What did the Gardener say to the Client? Death surrounds us. Every day I wake up, and there it is. Loss of loved ones, loss of friends. Loss of Self. When I look in the mirror can I really be sure that's me? The eyes I'm staring into are slowly become more and more unfamiliar. How many more years before theyre no longer my own? ...Or maybe that's just the shrimp talkin!! (Authors note, Gardener is enjoying a plate of shrimp throughout this exchange)

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